Takes the Cake by Lynn Chantale Read Free Book Online Page B

masculine body pinning her in place and struggled to right her clothes. Her panties were tangled in her pants, and she couldn’t pull them right.
    Keegan grinned, straightened, and dragged a hand through his hair before he pulled up his jeans and zipped them. She ducked down behind the counters as the double doors swung open.
    “Where’s Liz?”
    She recognized the voice of the wedding planner. Liz hurried to free her clothes and yank them into place.
    “She stepped out for a moment,” Keegan replied smoothly.
    A pair of sensible walking shoes came into view, and Keegan shifted to keep her hidden.
    “Too bad. I need her to double-check a few things on the menu for tomorrow.”
    Liz stifled a groan. She didn’t need any more last-minute menu changes.
    “If you see her, could you let her know I need to speak with her?”
    “Certainly.”
    The sensible shoes disappeared from view, and Liz peeked around the corner in time to see the double doors swing shut.
    “She’s gone.” Keegan held out his hand.
    Liz grasped his fingers and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “I wonder what changes need to be made now.”
    He rested his hands on her waist and drew her close. “Probably to check that the ice sculptures are what she ordered.”
    She chuckled. “Probably. I should go freshen up. I’ve still got a very long day ahead of me.”
    “Are you sure you have to go?”
    She nodded. “I also need to finish the cake.”
    He grasped her hand and faced the cake. “There may be something to this cake business.”
    “Seriously? We’re back to that again?” She shook off his hand. “I listen to what my clients say. There is nothing mystical or prophetic about what I do. I make cakes. The couples are responsible for making their marriages work, not the caterer.”
    “So how do you explain that the couples who are still together had elaborate cakes at their weddings and the ones who had simple cakes, like my sister’s here, are now divorced?”
    Liz shrugged. “Coincidence. All I can say is that I gave them what they wanted.”
    “I think you should change it.”
    “Why? Why does it mean so much to you?” She met and held his gaze. Some emotion she couldn’t define flickered through his irises. He blinked and it was gone.
    “She’s my sister, and this is the most important day of her life. She should have the best.”
    “It’s admirable that you care so much for your sister’s happiness. Are you somehow saying that I’m not giving my best?”
    He ducked his head, a faint blush reddening his cheeks. “I would never say anything like that.”
    “Then why would you think this”—she swept a hand toward the half-finished wedding cake—“isn’t the best I have to offer?”
    “Your work is beautiful.”
    She waited a beat. “Is Caroline your younger sister?”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, why do you ask?”
    “Normally, I see this with sisters. I think you’re jealous.”
    “Not a chance,” he scoffed.
    “Your reaction reminds me of a wedding I catered a few years back. Three sisters. The youngest got married first, and the eldest sister kept nitpicking at every little thing I did.” She eyed him a moment. “Sorta like you’re doing with the cake.”
    He chuckled. “That’s ridiculous.”
    She detected a bit of uncertainty in his voice. “Is it?”
    “Well, is this the type of cake you’d have at your wedding?”
    A smile flirted at the corners of her mouth. He’d never asked anything like this before, and to be asked now warmed and amused her. “I don’t want a traditional wedding cake. Something like a poker table or a treasure chest will be my cake. Not this.”
    “Really?” He tilted his head to the side.
    She nodded.
    “I’d have thought you’d like something with scrolls and those pretty sugar flowers and whatever else you do.”
    She laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose. “This is what I get for hopping on the counter with the bride’s brother. No, I’m a little